13 June 2012
James snapped back into reality as the clock struck 10.00pm . His Mum had said 9.00 latest. He needed to go, it was almost pitch black. He quickly collected his specially signed Liverpool football, a birthday present from his Mum, which they had been playing with it for most of that cold shadowy winters night.
From nowhere he heard a "coor", he looked up and saw a silhouette of a jet black raven, nearly invisible, but for the night sky's full moon glimmering in the heavy dark horizon.
He set of, being careful not to trip over any hidden objects obscured by the darkness. Suddenly he felt a tingling sensation on the back of his scalp. "Ignore it, stop worrying," James thought to himself. But as the feeling grew ever stronger he couldn't take it anymore, a panic overcame his body and he blindly sprinted into a narrow menacing alley.
The Gift • Opuss № I